28. August 2006, 23:51
Etcetera Whatever
Living in the moment is for those in the best joys and those who know today everything is fine but tomorrow things will come apart.
Who will say that living day by day and moment by moment is best when today things are in shambles and tomorrow all will be healed?
And what about dwelling on the past?
Walking in memory back down the long, winding paths of life can bring a startling different persepective to the angers and horrors and despairs of the moment. Those become so much less important in the light of things that came before sometimes.
I wish I was just closed away in another room. I could stumble and tear through doors and darkness to oh so tenderly weep and kiss and hold as I repent of my bitterest unspoken thoughts.
What I hate most, is when I wake up tomorrow morning, everything will seem like an embarrassing bout of theatrics and absurdity (which at least half of it was). I’ll blush to have it brought up. I’ll stammer and stagger from the subject.
Bury it until I can face it with a smile. Nothing happened, nothing happened.
So shall I live in the moment?
It’s ok. Just kiss me softly. Once.
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5. June 2005, 22:32
A New Touch
I remember that night. The crowd was roaring and the music was loud. The whole place was heavy and humid with the thousands of bodies moving and swaying, packed in so tight and close.
I was too warm, and I pulled off my coat, but I felt so strange doing it. I felt a jolt of exposure and fear. A strange sensation at showing my bare arms before him for the first time. Just arms.
I moved back into his embrace, plunging into a little tiny new first. Clutched close in his arms, warm, and mingling with him and the slow movement of his body to the rhythm. Mixing into one.
And his arm travels along my arm and shoulder. His head leans down a little as he gazes down. Nothing then, but I had more than enough filling my cup of bliss anyway.
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4. June 2005, 16:00
Fairy Books
The last gold edged page lays open before you. In the center of the page stand big, Gothic letters, decorated with pink and white flower laden vines that merrily declare, “Happily Ever After…”
Did you catch the ellipsis? No? That’s because it’s too small. If you squint, look harder, get a magnifying glass, you’ll catch it. And scrawled in the tiniest hand underneath these letters, it says “to be continued.” Because maybe the cynics were wrong, and it’s not impossible to live happily ever after, but they just have the meaning of the happiness wrong. And what’s a black spot on the happiness here and there? Even with blemishes, it’s still happily ever after.
But the to be continued is mysterious, intriguing. Let’s flip the page over…
Instead of a blank, end the book filler page, a new story is beginning. Magically, the book gains pages, like a special fairy book which changes stories every time you open the book. But in this one, the stories aren’t erased, they just keep building.
So you eagerly begin to pursue this sequel, hoping for something wonderful after the first saga, but not really expecting anything great. You’re preconditioned by Hollywood to expect the second and third and fourth parts to be dull, flat, plot less regurgitations of the original story. This sequel is different though. It’s hardly a sequel, but it continues the last story which ended so neatly. It doesn’t elaborate, because it’s a new story of it’s own, but not independent of the first story.
It’s the same things, but at the same time, they’re new. They’re even more beautiful than they were before. The pages increase and continue, with their captivating lines of letters and pages of brilliant illustrations filled with princes and princesses and unicorns and lakes. It only gets better, and better, even in the darkest moments. Another chapter ends, and you find the next one is being slowly written.
The pages I letter. The pages you letter. The pages we letter. The pages lettered, lettered, lettered, constantly ending in a lovely little, “to be continued…”
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27. May 2005, 11:25
Can You See Me?
(TEST ENTRY)
God, you’re so irresistible. So inexorable. Just show your face, and I can’t help but be right there. Whether it’s painful or blissful, I just can’t detach anymore. I can’t hide all the way.